Pocket Money

No friends, no dreams, no pocket money

There's a wall around my body, a fence around my kind

Nothing comes to me easily not leastwise peace of mind

Still, I keep movin' tryin' to break on through

I don't know nothin' else to do



Peelin' paint above my head is just another sign

Black clouds in the distance gettin' closer all the time

I just gotta keep movin' tryin' to break on through

I don't know nothin' else to do



Sometimes when I think that things

Are bad as they can be

I see a fella standing

Lower down on the ladder than me



Now I'm alive and kickin'

Dust behind my heel

Long as I got my soul

I'm on the good end of the deal



And I'm gonna keep movin'

Tryin' to break on through

I don't know nothin' else to do

I gotta keep movin'



No friends, no dreams

No pocket money

So I'm gonna keep movin'

No pocket money